The Bright Red Of A Rosebud Poem by Andrus Cassian

The Bright Red Of A Rosebud

Rating: 5.0


Calling…calling who…
Rose…Rose…Rose…
Does the name belong to her, the one I still finger the touch of her lips upon mine
Does the lonely picture in my pocket portray her, the one I keep resting in my wallet
The one my lips touch everyday in a small instant
Rose…her name drives the very strength out of me
Leaving me pale stricken, glossy eyed
In a moment filled eclipse of irrelevant static
The static mimicking the sound of a thousand buzzing flies
Slowly encompassing me in deliberate darkness
Rose…what is the reason I know of you
Rose…what is the reason to why I cannot forget to remember you
Rose…so bittersweet like the first taste of a grapefruit
Rose…lonely Rose
I find myself curled up in a tiny ball contained with fearful dismay
My knees hugging my chest in distress, in panic, in disgust, in shame
Am I honestly the one to blame; a sharp pain to receive from guilt
Is this what it feels like to be cut with a knife or am I the one
The one who has forgotten the blood stained tub
The bright red of a rosebud
I really never knew her name
I just know the scream and dead silence of silent agony
And being unable to save…
Rose…oh Rose…Rose…

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 12 June 2019

it touches my rose of heart..........good one too

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Mc Emm 13 May 2013

Really good one and touching.Keep writing

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Gajanan Mishra 13 May 2013

bright red of a rose bud, thanks, good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 13 May 2013

Out burst complete poem runs in faster track well

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